Friday, September 02, 2005
Picking Up The Forgotten Projects!
As promised I went to the food room in the basement to take some pictures.
These shelves are the jams canned this year. Enough for us and to give some away also.
We added apricots to our tomatoes and peaches this year. Also our cabbage relish and corn relish along with some canned sauces from last year are stored on this set of shelves.
On the way through to the food room I found the hubby installing a punch on block to clean up all the phone wires in the basement.
He was down at Wes’ house yesterday fixing the phone line there and started cleaning up the wires down there. I guess the bug bit him to clean up our wires also. It started when he decided last week to add a line in the garage.
The cart with the tools of his trade for many years. As the years past you slow down a little but you never forget. Which means I got my own Phone man!
The chill in the night is a nudge to me to pull out the sweater I started last Spring.
With one sleeve started and one more to go I thought I had better pick this up again. What is a sweater with no sleeves? Not the least bit useful!
A Letter To My Pets
My Dear Pets,
When I say to move, it means go someplace else, not switch positions with each other so there are still two of you in the way.
The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. (Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate & food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food & dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.)
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn’t help because I fall faster than you can run. The same holds true for the hallway.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king size bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue to sleep on the couch to ensure your comfort. Look at videos of dogs and cats sleeping. They can actually curl up in a ball. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible (I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space used is nothing but sarcasm.)
My compact discs are not miniature Frisbees.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. (In addition, I have been using the bathroom for years...canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.)
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dogs or cats’ butt. I cannot stress this enough. It would be such a simple change for you.
To pacify you I have posted the following message on our front door....
Rules for Non-pet owners who visit and like to complain about our pets:
1. They live here; you don’t.
2 If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.
3. I like my pet better than I like most people.
4. To you it’s an animal. To me he and/or she is an adopted son and/or daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and is speech challenged.
Dogs and cats are better than kids. They eat less, don’t ask for money all the time, are easier to train, usually come when called, never drive your car, don’t hang out with drug using friends, don’t drink or smoke, don’t worry about buying the latest fashions, don’t wear your clothes, don’t need a gazillion dollars for college, and if they get pregnant, you can sell the results.
You may have seen this before but I can’t resist posting it again. Thanks Skyline for sharing.